The Polishing Polish Pianist

Am I alone in thinking that Aleksander Kudajczyk is not a genius but is, in fact, two Polish people short of a food queue?
Not heard of him? Well, he was all over the news today. Aleks, a Polish immigrant who arrived in Britain from Katowice six months ago, is a janitor at Glasgow University and is supposed to spend his days mopping the floors. Well, one day he asked if he could play the grand piano in the university chapel and chaplaincy secretary Joan Keenan reluctantly gave her permission. She was a bit nervous about what he was up to, however, and so spied on him through a webcam and learnt, to her astonishment, that Aleks was a brilliant pianist. News of his genius soon spread and other university staff queued up to watch him, via the webcam, perform concert pieces flawlessly. The popular Pole has now been given permission to practice for up to six hours-a-day at the university and he has been booked to play a concert of Chopin pieces during Glasgow's West End Festival.
We are supposed to be cheered by this quirky story of genius uncovered but I think people are missing a glaring stain on this man's intelligence. So, old Aleks arrives in this country just six months ago and for some reason he ends up in Glasgow. Leaving aside for one moment that the only non-residents or non-businesspeople who end up in Glasgow are those who got on at Euston having had such a shedful that they fell asleep, what does this guy do?
Being a proud sort who does not wish to sponge off the fine British welfare state, he goes down to the nearest Jobcentre in search of work. What I want to know is what did this accomplished, "genius", concert pianist tell the person who interviewed him? I mean, didn't it fucking occur to him to say "oh, by the way, I'm a genius concert pianist and would relish work in the Scottish Symphony Orchestra or something similar. Failing that, I will take a session musician's job." No! He obviously tells them that he can fucking clean floors. Talk about under-selling yourself.
I may, of course, be being slightly harsh on Aleks. It could all be down to the Jobcentre. Having had experience of these places in my youth, it is not beyond the bounds of possibility. Aleks tells them he is a "genius" concert pianist who has played with the Polish State Symphony Orchestra and some spotty geek with glasses behind the counter looks at him like an extra from Deliverance, fishes in a Rolodex, pulls out a card with "cleaner wanted" written on it and then shouts "Next!!"
Nothing for Grantham today.